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LOST LAUGHTER: 5. DESTINY by HALA JEAN HAMMOND

First Line: UNFOLDS THE DEFINITE
Last Line: ... THERE IS BUT ONE.
Unfolds the definite,
When strange stars crumble
Into kindred dust, unknowing.

Now soft the breath of wind --
Two atoms of a myriad dust
Commingle. And deathlessness reborn
Makes of itself a turbulence.

I am your Star.
You are my Star.
... There is but One.



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